Poems

Madge: Ye Hoyden

Madge: Ye Hoyden At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee– “Now marke this rede,” they bade her oft, “Forsooken sholde […]

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Mary smith

Mary smith Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name was Mary Smith; And […]

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My playmates

My playmates The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool– Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; It brings me soothing […]

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Norse lullaby

Norse lullaby The sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, And this is the song the storm-king […]

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